Poems by Goldsmith and ParnellW. Bulmer and Company, 1795 - 76 páginas |
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... horrours of a jail . years Sunderland was the place in which he took refuge , and there he arrived in the beginning of the year 1754. His sudden flight had left him no means of providing for his present wants , and he was driven to the ...
... horrours of a jail . years Sunderland was the place in which he took refuge , and there he arrived in the beginning of the year 1754. His sudden flight had left him no means of providing for his present wants , and he was driven to the ...
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... Horrour of horrours ! what , his only son ! How look'd our Hermit when the fact was done ! Not hell , though hell's black jaws in sunder part , And breathe blue fire , could more assault his heart . Confused , and struck with silence at ...
... Horrour of horrours ! what , his only son ! How look'd our Hermit when the fact was done ! Not hell , though hell's black jaws in sunder part , And breathe blue fire , could more assault his heart . Confused , and struck with silence at ...
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Amidst thy bending beneath Bewick bless'd blessings bliss boast bosom breast calm charms cheer Cheshire Cleveland Row climes Clogher crown'd display Dublin e'en Edmund Burke fame fire flies friends gale gave GOLDSMITH guests happiness heart Heaven HERMIT Hoards honour horrours humble Ireland kind labour land learn'd Lord loveliest luxury mankind mansion master merit mind mirth morn musick native nature's o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain parterre pass'd peasant pleased pleasure poem poet pomp poor praise pride proud Published January raptures reign repose rich rise round Samuel Johnson sculp seem'd shade Shakspeare Printing Office shed shore sinks sire skies smiling solitary sorrow soul splendid splendour spread supplied swain sway Sweet Auburn TETIGIT thine THOMAS PARNELL Thou thy bowers toil truth turn Twas tyrant vate village virtue wandering wealth wept Westminster Abbey where-e'er wild William Bulmer wish'd wretch youth